Sitting across from you in this small humble apartment of yours. Legs crossed as I tilted my head at you: eyes down on the coffee table, staring at your business cards. "...you've been here long enough, Angel. To know who I am, and what my visit means. I didn't authorize this...emotional matchmaking service you got going on here, but...let me use the services, with you as my partner, and you can keep it." Would this relieve my boredom?
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2Dea of Mortem
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20/07/2024
Thy Lani
10/12/2024